With little pains he made the picture true, And from reflection took the rogue he drew. A wondrous work, to prove the Jewish nation In every age a murmuring generation; To trace them from their infancy of sinning, And show them factious from their first beginning. To prove they could rebel, and rail, and mock, Much to the credit of the chosen flock; A strong authority which must convince, 380 That saints own no allegiance to their prince; As 'tis a leading-card to make a whore, To prove her mother had turn'd up before. But, tell me, did the drunken patriarch bless The son that show'd his father's nakedness? Such thanks the present church thy pen will give, Which proves rebellion was so primitive. Must ancient failings be examples made? Then murderers from Cain may learn their trade. As thou the heathen and the saint hast drawn, 390 Methinks the apostate was the better man: And thy hot father, waving my respect, Not of a mother-church but of a sect. And such he needs must be of thy inditing; This comes of drinking asses' milk and writing. If Balak should be call'd to leave his place, As profit is the loudest call of grace, His temple, dispossess'd of one, would be Replenished with seven devils more by thee. Levi, thou art a load, I'll lay thee down, 400 And show Rebellion bare, without a gown; Poor slaves in metre, dull and addle-pated, Who rhyme below even David's psalms translated; Some in my speedy pace I must outrun, As lame Mephibosheth the wizard's son: To make quick way I'll leap o'er heavy blocks, Shun rotten Uzza, as I would the pox; And hasten Og and Doeg to rehearse, Two fools that crutch their feeble sense on verse: Who, by my muse, to all succeeding times 410 Shall live in spite of their own doggrel rhymes.